Yu Mingli shook his head, "With such a big target, no wonder she can see."
Qian walked straight over, opened the car door, and directly got in the back seat. Yu Minglang turned around, waving with his uninjured hand.
"Qian, did you miss me?"
Qian glanced at him, but said nothing.
Mr. Yu thought about it and felt something was off, "Qian, how did you know Minglang was with me?"
It's amazing, just one phone call and she tracked him down. This girl is too sharp, tracking him from miles away!
Since getting in the car, Qian hadn't said a word, nor did she look at Yu Minglang. She just kept her head down, seemingly deep in thought.
The quieter she was, the less assured Yu Minglang felt.
If Qian cried or caused a scene, it would be better. Her silence gave Yu Minglang a sense of unease, like the calm before a storm.
Yu Mingli couldn't contain his curiosity and asked Qian,
"How did you know Minglang was in my car?"
"You can't get a long vacation unless you're injured."
